I'd kiss you like I'd kiss some guy named Keith
We're strangers, aren't we?
It's strange how we aren't free.
My mother never told me I'd feel like this
She'd tell me to hush, give me a gentle kiss
I'd slip to sleep to dream
in memories pristine
And like silence stalks the sound
inbetween it falls around
Love flows under ground
Echoes of eyes reflecting summer skies
and memories of sighs Why can't I wise
up and carry on? Instead I try to write a song
to you and the things you do to me
We're strangers, aren't we?
It's strange sometimes
what we can and can't see...
